Love from My Dominant Boss

“Since you’re so adamant on keeping our relationship under wraps, I shall fulfill your wish,” Michael coldly replied and stormed out of the door without even sparing a second glance at me.

I was baffled to see him infuriated. I don’t think I said anything wrong, so why is he so angry? Could it be because of that message?

As I thought of that message he sent me, I was overwhelmed with guilt once again.

I hurriedly shook my head to get rid of any thoughts relating to Michael and directed my attention back to continue with dinner preparation.

Nonetheless, he did not return when dinner was ready. I sat at the dining table and waited for him, yet he never appeared even after two hours.

Every night, we would eat dinner together in this house without fail. That had slowly become a habit of mine. As such, I could not get used to his absence that night and only ate a few bites before going for a bath and then to bed.

I had always told myself not to hold Michael in a special place in my heart and to learn to be indifferent and composed so that there was no way I would fall in love with him.

After all, the one who got aroused first will be the loser between the two of us.

That night, Michael did not return. I was worried and had no idea where he went, but I suppressed the urge to call him.

In the next few days, he did not set foot at Birchwood either. I had only seen him in the company during the day. I desperately wanted to ask if he had gone to the mansion, or perhaps he had gone to some other woman’s house instead.

Nevertheless, I knew that I was in no position to ask those questions because I was the one who had asked him to keep a distance. Thus, my question would only add to his displeasure.

I grabbed a document, headed toward the CEO’s office, and chanced upon an opportunity to knock on Michael’s room door when no one was noticing me.

I waited till his voice sounded from inside before I pushed open the door and walked in.

I came in to see Michael, with his head lowered, focused on going through the documents. I was a little hesitant as I came in front of him, unsure of what to say.

at me after a

through this

as my mind

work of a secretary. Why are you, an employee from the design department, sending the document and

to find an excuse to get in his room,

“I-I…”

What’s the

not give me a chance to do so. He did not spare me another glance after saying those

been back at Birchwood…” I hesitated for

now. Do you think it’s appropriate for you to discuss private matters

and I could sense that

“I…”

heart instantly as I did not expect him to lose his temper. I wanted to explain myself but was interrupted by

of

I felt sad as I could

eyes, but I forcefully held my tears back even though I felt indignant about

hurried out of the CEO’s office and returned to

many eyes swung at me, all of whom held a trace of ridicule on their

and tried to keep my composure in front of them as I did not want

at all, let alone talk to me. Who knew it would end up this way when I finally decided to take the

just had a streak of bad luck recently without any reason. There had been too many unlucky incidents—I could not find my documents; the

someone had been setting me up intentionally because unlucky

not have any substantive evidence to support my claims, and everything that had happened could purely be due to my

the late evening, after settling my physiological needs at the washroom, I was about to get out when I realized I could not open the door at all. It felt like something had blocked it